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his attention turned full-watt onto her and she ceased to care. In the end, it didn’t matter what interested him; it was enough that he was interested.
    She spent the evening telling him everything about herself. Trained socialite though she was, she still wasn’t able to get more than a passing comment or two out of him about his life and what he liked and wanted. By the end of dinner she knew only a small handful of facts: he was an only child, a lawyer, and new to L.A. by way of New York. In exchange, he knew all her deepest secrets.
    Normally she would never have told such things, but there was something about him that made the words come tumbling out. About her parents, about their expectations, about her work at Light & Geryon, about the employees who weren’t her employees but still treated her like the fire-breathing boss.
    There must have been something in the wine–she bordered on feeling drunk. Although she couldn’t be. She was too well schooled to let herself do something like that. Then again, maybe she’d been hit by the proverbial lightning that comes with falling in love. Or maybe it was just the kind of chemistry that leads to it. Never having experienced it before, she didn’t know how to deal with it.
    At least that’s what she told herself later as she stood in her living room, Zachary’s hands peeling her clothing and his mouth sending hot streaks of need through her. Before she could think any further, they were tangled on her bed, cool sheets twisting around limbs that reached for each other. She opened for him and his name fell from her mouth in a cross between a sigh and a moan as he drove into her. Countless minutes later an intense orgasm slammed into her, tearing the world apart before her eyes.
    Later, as things slowly righted themselves, her brain returned to normal functioning. Although whether that was even possible with this intense man around, Katharine was unsure.
    He stayed there in her bed for an indeterminate amount of time, lying by her side, barely touching her. And Katharine refused to look at the clock. She didn’t want to time him, to know how long he waited. If he fell short, didn’t stay all night, she would be disappointed. He’d been so perfect in every other way. So the time didn’t matter.
    She only knew that it wasn’t very long. Neither of them had fallen asleep when Zachary stretched and stood. He said something about getting to an early case in the morning. But Katharine knew it was all the same regardless of the excuse. She forced a smile and a nod.
    Planting a kiss atop her head, he said he’d call the next day. She was unable to muster the “Yeah, right” that rang in her cynical heart right next to the fervent desire to believe. Turning away, he walked naked from her bedroom, while her libido enjoyed the view. Through the open door, which they hadn’t even taken the half-second to shut earlier, she could see him as he gathered his clothes and slid into them with a sinewy grace that belied his power.
    Without turning back–maybe he didn’t know she could see him–Zachary slipped quietly out the front door. Only when she heard the lock click shut did Katharine get to her own feet, her head swimming as she tried to think logically again. But logical thought didn’t come. Only a cold flood of memories.
    She circled the apartment, checking locks on windows. She checked all three bolts on the front door. Made sure everything was locked down tight. Then she sat, still naked, on the edge of the bed. It was the animals that occupied her thoughts, not the fact that she’d willingly fallen into bed with a near stranger on a first date. Somehow, that rang as perfectly normal–not like something she had never done before. But the possibility that the animals might come again scared her.
    She lived on the tenth floor. If creatures got into her apartment up here, then it wasn’t through the windows. She’d seen two cats and a glimpse of a large black